Tiny Love Stories: It Started at Woodstock
The Summer of ’69 We schemed all summer to have an overnight. Miraculously, his father lent us his Volkswagen. My parents provided camping gear. At last the day came: Aug. 15, 1969. We were going to Woodstock. I was 16, Paul 18. It is not that we were so young, though that is true. It’s…
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